i master degrees too audition number, when i spit the math//
magically cut u,wid out assistance ,just fact in fraction of my flow graph//
i'm laffing, at ya chuckle cabbage patch raps,before u graft a verse//
u couldn't be explosive, wid gift ,even if ya names was jokey smurf//
i birth the earth ,by giving the aknowledgement of thoughts, that NOW exsist //
u just wakeing up ,mouth ya open for me,so i can to take a power 25 bar 151 drunken piss//
the truth is u dont want this../
i see through ya split persona,like fruit loops,da inner u,is pure fruity,//
shit u more bi-sexual then any female on this site,applying dildo to ya booty//
so skate, tooty,/..u aint worth the payment for getting fucked//
man i put u back on death row ,wid a crooked left i contract contact ,like ya name was kurupt//
WHAT!!?, ...u better .. OFF,matter of fact ,tha truth is u undeveloped fetus soft,//
ur real name must be olive garden,the way u keep the salad tossed//
im crusify u religiously ,like a CROSS,or a satanic effigy ,too explain ur new faith of hate..//
right side up ,or up side down ..the meaning is the same ..so i'm passing out the collection plate//
just too TAKE,/ what u got ,while giveing blessing of word to live by..like DON'T FUCK WID RAH-AK-NOON//
see TRUTH,u be stareing up my ass ,like da flush hole in the toilet bowel,waiting on the shit im dropping soon//
honesty,u rhyme like a BABBLEING BAFFOON,/i spit wordplay similar to air born pathogones that carries//
MORE POWER PUNCHES, CONSTANT, LIKE THE COMPLETE DRAGON BALL Z SERIES//
man i give u a chemical unbalance episode,when i inject the illness//
u funkey bitch,i'm doing it ,worst then pilgrams did the indians ,and infect u wid un-cure-able sickness//
come on..instead oF battleing me, stay M.I.A from the site ,maybe u'll find filthy //
both ya retarded fuck... write like u got spastic bi-polar epilepsy//
look,.. RAH is like, pop rocks and pepsi ,a urban legend plus reason for u too second guess//
AS i 'm ironing the whole board,while stitching the place, keeping all foes sown and permanently press//
im organizing a konfusion agenda of stress,that got u saying why me thou!!!....

long nite and was in a rush so hope ya'll dig it...peace

is that alittle better...damn

Last edited by RAH-AK-nOON on 04/18/02 11:56:53 AM, edited 3 times in total.

I post up paragraphs that'll paralyze you with perfection/
drop you on the trash heap stuffed in a Hefty ready for Thursday's collection/
you was fiendishly eager to spit shit, the sign on ya asscrack said "Open fah Business"/
you write like you lifted, typos when it's printed, before I finish you should stop me and beg for forgiveness/
through your faulty eye sockets you're pretendin, but witness the drenchin, salicycic acid spittin, from an arsonic chemist, got you wishin you hadn't "burned" your "bridges"/
you're falling quicker than Londons, brick by brick, I detach ya spirit, and throw your corpse under the construction's destruction, I stand there and watch with your soul then kill it before you can take two steps across the threshold of endearment/
no terms to it, cinders burned through it, I urn humans for science experiments, squarin off at Noon with RakNoon and his Raccoon vision, cryin tears when ya makeup and blush is smearin/
and runnin down ya cheeks, take ya two legs and start sprintin, from the Funkyfeet speakin thaTruth that you're fearin/
caus you can't comprehend whenever I drop I win, consistently causing my comp to descend/
towards the bottomless pit in Hell's Kitchen, you ask what I'm fixin? I'm baking Hades, for tryna play me, and forcefeed you the remains of Rosemary's Baby/
ummm... tastes great less filling than one of your verses/
you was giving me compliments but didn't insert enough war words friend/
this is a duel to the death kid, and I got you so "gassed" you're drinking fuel for breathmints/
not leaded, from the hot headed that drops hectic, you rock silver and gold but I rock STEADY with gothic methods/
to chop and dead you, before that I coerce you to walk on the "PATHetic" trail/
RaH's medically frail, I'm sending this rodent to his destiny, new millenium "American Tail"/
"RaHAK NOON goes South" via air mail, with a Funkyfootprint on ya behind/
puntkicked over the Pacific through ocean tides/
beatin me? not in the plans... I'm "exposin your shortcomings" like open flys/
se me through swollen eyes and only then will you realize... you can't fuck with the clumsy coke addict... caus only I "drop" the "dopest lines"//

Nuff said

Funky

Last edited by Funkytoez on 04/18/02 10:16:00 AM, edited 2 times in total.

Damn, its getting to be that way, you just steam-rolling comp nowadays

Rak, your spelling and grammar detract from the content, come with correctness. You have some good content, your delivery could be tweaked a little though. Truth, your getting real comfortable and conversational with your style, tight work youngin, just keep the flow consistent.

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